Thursday, January 31, 2013

I’m in that insane greeting cards store
– and it has already erupted in pink and hearts for the next Big Holiday. I’m
lost, standing there among the candles, picture frames, dust collectors, stuffed
animals and expensive chocolate. They don’t sell books, fresh coffee, Apple
stuff or shoes, so I’m really out of place here.

“Do you need some help?” the young
brunette behind the counter asked, smiling.

“We have a big section over there,”
she said. She pointed to a long rack on the south wall.

Wow, did they!

Card makers clearly believe that
every mother loves pink. And flowers. For some reason, when I think of my Mom,
I don’t think of the color pink. Red, maybe?

Engulfed in pre-printed sentiments,
I was wearing out. I soothed myself with the thought of a post-shopping latté
at the coffee shop across the parking lot. Why is it that there’s nothing in-between
the slurpy-to-the-point-of-being-ridiculous and the vague-emotions-just-because-it’s-my-mom-and-I-have-to-give-her-a-card?

“Mothers
do the nicest things. They have that loving touch. A special kind of
thoughtfulness that always means so much.”

Our memories intermingle; I can’t
tell where hers end and mine begin. We fill in the spaces of joy and pain for
each other. We can still reach all of those flashbacks – even the ones that
stretch back for years. Mom, here are a few:

Cow Patty Cookies

Church

Basketball games

Atlanta

Baby boys

California

1998

Granddaughter

Wednesday nights

My son – at 17 – calls her “one of
my best friends.” My daughter says she is “amazing” and “there is no one like
Nana.” Here’s a short list of things everyone should know about her:

• She loves football and is not just a casual viewer.
She knows the game. She records games that come on too late at night.

• She loves coffee and root beer.

• She is competitive and razor-sharp at Mexican dominoes,
board games and card games. (Bradford friends: Bingo is no fluke!) When I recently
asked her to join in a game of Spades, she said she hadn’t played in a long
time and wasn’t sure if she remembered how. She then proceeded to kick my …
well, let’s say, tail.

• She has a life-long relationship with God.

• She is kind to everyone ­– unless, of course, you
cross her, one of her children or – heaven forbid – a grandchild.

• She has a knack for communicating with animals and
children. In fact, she attracts them.

• She has always had a beautiful voice and led the
singing in the little church we attended years ago.

• She has an uncanny ability to find things.

• She is not into arts & crafts but has made beautiful
T-shirt quilts for her family.

• My dad, a college student at the time, cleaned up and went
to church because he wanted to meet her.

• Yes, that is her real hair color.

• She has rescued many of my houseplants and the roses outside my front door bloom because of her.